Except she wasn’t. He didn’t want to drag her to a dark corner and— Okay. That was a lie. He definitely did want to drag her to a dark corner and have his way with her, but that was different. He wanted… He didn’t know what he wanted! He wanted Amelia to eat another cinnamon bun somewhere he could hear the little noises she made. He wanted to finally make her laugh. He had an unbearable itch under his skin anytime he looked at her, and the only thing that fixed it was when she met his gaze.